"Fantastic Mr. Fox," Briefly

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Even though I've claimed that I will never join Twitter because "I don't want to turn into a douchebag," I sometimes see the benefits of it. I have occasionally had things to communicate but have simply been too busy or too lazy to write a blog post. And by the time I get around to it, the topic at hand has lost its sense of urgency. So, many posts have fallen through the cracks, and you, dear readers, have been denied some of my innermost thoughts and deepest secrets. (You thought my obsession with Levi Johnston was creepy...? If you only knew.)

Anyway, all this is to say, briefly (because I am now going to allow myself to be brief on my blog), I saw Fantastic Mr. Fox months ago (I'm awesome, remember?), and I loved it. I saw it again last week at the Westide Pavillion Landmark (you know it's a special day when I make it west past La Brea), and I am now doubly convinced that it is one of the most funny, tender, and joyous movies I've seen all year. And it's got some stunning images, terrific voice work (George Clooney! Meryl Streep!), and a rockin' soundtrack to boot.

I've never been a big Wes Anderson fan, but this new film of his is filled with stop-motion bravura and boasts a clever, adult-skewing script by Anderson and Noah Baumbach (one of my favorite filmmakers), based on the book by dark dark children's author Roald Dahl. (Kids dig the movie too—sometimes adults don't give them enough credit.)

I have a beautiful new book, The Making of Fantastic Mr. Fox, at home, and I can't wait to tear into it.